Stroll out of this space Holding out your light Meet me in still darkness Love a-shivering fine As a star lost in space Stroll out of this time Quivering life and dreams Display a few big tasks Longing for your senses And taking form Amid the sound Amid the sound Lost forever doomed Cold faces drowning All amidst is silent Howling for my keepsake And knowing light Strolling out of time Breaking all your sound lies Meaning all secrets Meant a silent tight Breaking form Mortal arm Mortal arm